War. After them: nay before them if we can:
Now by my hand (Lords) 'twas a glorious day.
Saint Albons battell wonne by famous Yorke,
Shall be eterniz'd in all Age to come.

Sound Drumme and Trumpets, and to London all,
And more such dayes as these, to us befall.

FINIS.

Exeunt.

The third Part of Henry the Sixt,

with the death of the Duke of

YORKE.

Actus Primus. Scana Prima.

Alarum.

Enter Plantagenet, Edward, Richard, Norfolke, Mountague, Warwicke, and Souldiers.

Warwicke.

Wonder how the King escap'd our hands?

Pl. While we pursu'd the Horsemen of the North, He slyly stole away, and left his men :

Whereat the great Lord of Northumberland,

Whose Warlike eares could never brooke retreat,
Chear'd up the drouping Army, and himselfe.
Lord Clifford and Lord Stafford all a-brest
Charg'd our maine Battailes Front: and breaking in,
Were by the Swords of common Souldiers slaine.
Edw. Lord Staffords Father, Duke of Buckingham,
Is either slaine or wounded dangerous.

I cleft his Beaver with a down-right blow :

That this is true (Father) behold his blood.

Mount. And Brother, here's the Earle of Wiltshires blood,

Whom I encountred as the Battels joyn'd.

Rich. Speake thou for me, and tell them what I did.

Plan. Richard hath best deserv'd of all my Sonnes :

But is your Grace dead, my Lord of Somerset ?

Nor. Such hope have all the line of John of Gaunt.
Rich. Thus do I hope to shake King Henries head.
Warw. And so doe I, victorious Prince of Yorke.
Before I see thee seated in that Throne,
Which now the House of Lancaster usurpes,
I vow by Heaven, these eyes shall never close.
This is the Pallace of the fearefull King,
And this the Regall Seat: possesse it Torke,
For this is thine, and not King Henries Heires.

Plant. Assist me then, sweet Warwick, and I will,

For hither we have broken in by force.

Norf. Wee'le all assist you: he that flyes, shall dye. Plant. Thankes gentle Norfolke, stay by me my Lords, And Souldiers stay and lodge by me this Night.

They goe up.

Warw. And when the King comes, offer him no violence, Unlesse he seeke to thrust you out perforce.

Plant. The Queene this day here holds her Parliament,

But little thinkes we shall be of her counsaile,

By words or blowes here let us winne our right.

Rich. Arm'd as we are, let's stay within this House.
Warw. The bloody Parliament shall this be call'd,
Unlesse Plantagenet, Duke of Yorke, be King,
And bashfull Henry deposed, whose Cowardize
Hath made us by-words to our enemies.

Plant. Then leave me not, my Lords be resolute,

I meane to take possession of my Right.

Warw. Neither the King, nor he that loves him best,

The prowdest hee that holds up Lancaster,
Dares stirre a Wing, if Warwick shake his Bells.

Ile plant Plantagenet, root him up who dares :

Resolve thee Richard, clayme the English Crowne.

Flourish. Enter King Henry, Clifford, Northumberland,
Westmerland, Exeter, and the rest.

Henry. My Lords, looke where the sturdie Rebell sits,